Sure, You're Smarter. But You're Not Wiser

"What's wrong?" you asked.
"What's wrong is that you've changed. Whenever I see you, I always remind myself that you've changed. No longer do you ask me about my life, how I'm doing. And I can count on one hand how many times you've talked to me about Scott. You're the only member of the family that hasn't been happy for me since I've fallen in love. Not once have you said, "You guys are cute together, I'm happy for you." Not once. Which kills, considering we've always been so close. Instead, you make fun of the fact that I've fallen in love. Saying things like, "Why are you smiling?" After I get off the phone with Scott. Or "Paul and I laugh at how cheesy the things you guys say are." So tonight was the last straw. I'm sick of hearing how in love you are when it's all you talk about. It's like you bring it up just to prove yourself. I'm sick of "Paul and I are going to do this, Paul and I are going to do that." Screw it, I want my older sister back. I'm happy for you, really I am. So why do you need to always talk about yourself? Always think about yourself? You're never happy for me anymore, and you compare how much "better" you are. Fine, you're right. You do get better grades than me, you do better at school than me. But you know what I've always been better than you at? Making life decisions. I don't steal from family members, I don't take more money out of my bank account than I have, I don't have sex before marriage, I don't get drunk, I don't smoke cigarettes, I'm graduating college. So there's something I'm better at than you. Being responsible and making the right choices. You may be smarter, but you aren't wiser.